Mated To The Possessive Wolf Admiral

Chapter 3

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as steady as a metronome. The monomolecular blade in her right hand wa

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pped from his chest, and he vi

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s uniform and into the flesh beneath. The scent of

. It bought him a precious moment of clarity. The feral red in

f of her, but the violent hormonal sur

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calm, soothing, and utterly non-

nds, was the final straw. It was the one thi

m. With a surge of raw, untame

nto the wall, were ripped from their moorings. The

ir with a vicious hiss, smashing into t

stasia flinch. She mentally recalibrated her asses

crambled away from her as if he'd been burned,

his head. His wolf ears drooped, and his tail wrapped tight

voice was a broken, shredded whisper

lothes. She looked at the magnificent, powerful man cowering in

ored hi

rturned metal table, her e

s fingers. He fought back the storm in his head

n light flashed. A small, refrigerated safe clicked open,

ktail of pure, concentrated energy. This wasn't an inhibitor-i

violently. With a desperate shove, he sent

d and rushed. "Replenish your energy. The

the floor beside the open safe. He gasped for air,

. Blue's analysis flashed in her mind: High-purity biomass

such a primitive-looking world to have th

him, bit off the cap with a crisp snap, and tilted

aced a path down her pale throat. In the di

throat worked, a dry, hard swallow. He immediately slammed hi

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Mated To The Possessive Wolf Admiral

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“I am a top-tier Alpha from another universe, but a spatial jump error dropped me straight into a high-security military isolation chamber. Right in front of me was a terrifying, silver-haired wolf-beastman Admiral, completely losing his mind to a lethal biological heat cycle. To survive in this strange dimension where my powers were restricted, I had to pretend to be a helpless, terrified girl. Surprisingly, my mere presence and scent instantly cured his incurable madness. But this backfired horribly. He became obsessively possessive, treating me like a fragile, priceless treasure. When I managed to sneak out to the city's lawless slums to gather intel and accidentally saved a dying panther boy, the Admiral went completely feral. He brought an entire war fleet, blotting out the sky, just to "rescue" me. He nearly slaughtered the boy out of blind jealousy, forcing me to throw myself into his arms and cry fake tears to stop the bloodshed. "I'm taking you home. No one will ever hurt you again." He brought me to his flagship's secret medical bay and ordered the Empire's chief doctor to run a full genetic classification test on me. I panicked. If they discovered my true identity as an off-world Alpha, I would be dissected or executed. I immediately commanded my AI system to fake my blood data, aiming for a perfectly average, forgettable Omega result. But as the machine processed my blood, the alarms blared, and the system overloaded. The old doctor fell to his knees in absolute worship, and the terrifying Admiral looked at me with wild, starving eyes. My system had overcompensated. I wasn't registered as average. I was just classified as the only SSSSS-grade Omega in the history of the universe.”